(My story: - I am a little boy of 7, I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome... Lol..... too much for my age....my father greeds on next door uncle's garden.. they were friends... but now..... like fire and cotton... so are my mother and next door aunt.... but their son and me are the best friends in our class....) <br /> <br /> <br />Beautiful tulips <br />Bloomed in their meadow <br />Not in my land <br />Wow! The lustrous shadow? <br /> <br />Birds simply twitter <br />With the hums of bees <br />there they chatter <br />mighty magpies <br /> <br />my land is full of cow-dung <br />with noisy moo sickening ear and lung <br />and can hardly walk around <br />of course without a shoe into the ground <br /> <br />my dad’s a farmer <br />so is next door man Palmer <br />neither gets on together <br />but good friends in the history rather <br /> <br />my mom is a housewife <br />fought with next door lady twice <br />I know this is not nice <br />And we little ones pay the prize <br /> <br />My dad was stung by bees of next door <br />He was furious never like before <br />Mr. Palmer found to be the same <br />Being adults it’s a shame <br /> <br />Both fought nastily <br />Ladies joined swiftly <br />There was a sound of poultry <br />Crushing the tulips lavishly <br /> <br />Police rushed into the field <br />No arms yield <br />But I found...... <br /> <br />my famly or his... <br />or it's yours with another... <br />it doesn't matter <br />one country with the other <br />it never matters <br /> <br />but I found..... <br />WMA (Weapons of Mass Destruction) <br />“Greed, Anger & Hatred”<br /><br />Kolitha Lelwala<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weapons-of-mass-destructions-mr-bush-didn-t-find-but-i-found/
